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Accepting new roads
is often contingent upon firing a long-idle engine

A lot of gunk in the gears
and some sharpened, corrosive edges,
spitting bitter crimson fluids, and
splintered
screaming metal

Howling memories
leaking a rusty, familiar anguish

requiring a car wash

and that new car smell...
driving away from the menacing sediment

slithering down the drain

Darwinistic demand exercised

as a hardened act of survival
and a life requirement
to feel the emotional blazes of fires formally engulfed

Time to ride, nitrous jalopy

Propel onward when the signal's emerald

and take me where I need to drive